Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.